Aberrant

A little refresher.
A little nostalgia.

She was the kind of girl that you'd write songs about. The kind that when you heard her name, your heart fluttered, and when you heard her say your name, it damn well might have stopped. When you walked with her, you had the tendency to talk faster. Partly because you were nervous, but partly because you wanted to keep up with her. The kind of girl that had look in her eyes that said she knew exactly what was going on. That if she decided to turn up a one way dead end street, you would have to be right by her. When she laid her head on your shoulder, you were careful not to wake her up. You kept her thoughts in mind before your own. Your life didn't revolve around her. Your life was her. Every single goddamn night you saw her face in the patterns in the wall. Every single morning you fucking smiled because she was right around the bend. Careful not to stare, you'd look at her and say to yourself, "What did I get myself into?". You grinned.
Now what do you do? You're feeling gone. Instead of trying to patch a broken tire, why not just let it deflate slowly and stop trying to defy what was coming. Maybe you should relax and it's just a moment of anxiety and frustration. Frustration over what? You tell yourself that it'll be alright in the end. You're friends after all. You made the choice of underpursuing an actual relationship. You were the one that said it would be better this way.
This is where you run through the situations in your made up world.

Maybe she wanted more and gave up on you after you "let go".
Maybe you're over analyzing, as usual.
Maybe she's just bored.
Maybe you wish that you knew what everyone was thinking.

A Cullen in disguise would come in handy now, you think to yourself. Are you trying to hard to fit in? Are you asking yourself too many questions?

Are you alone?
Are you lonely?

Are you waiting for someone?
Or is someone waiting for you?